"One child is dead! Will You Now Divide The Living?"

 

When my son was born, sixteen hours in the throes of group b strep, he was pale, limp, and struggling to breathe.

One nurse said "let's give him a couple hours?" 

You know what the head nurse did?

She grabbed the child and ran! 

 It brings tears to think of still, the tiny thing,  so dependent,  helpless,  and weak, and it made me feel the same.

This was because 22 years earlier, when she was junior like the other nurse, she first saw these symptoms,  and a baby die quickly from the cause. She knew it was an emergency and the child's life was in her hands. She did not shirk her responsibility but took immediate, decisive action that saved my son's life. Marcia is her name.

Now there is a newborn body, a baby in our care, whose life is in our hands, Ladies and Gentlemen. Was he supposed to be presented to the world that day? 

It appears so. 

The false prince was cast down, and they're hopes now rested on the corpse of his stillborn son- if perhaps a miracle could occur in the presence of the true and birthright heir, and the thing would be granted life? Or perhaps, even the throne? And keys to the kingdom??!!

So, that decomposed thing was there. 

Suddenly,  the children of the Great King played through, causing no small disturbance among the adults, and noble class in attendance.

When things quieted down and came back to order, ceremony resumed. But the newborn heir to be officially recognized, was not presented, nor were the infant majesty's whereabouts known!

Nevertheless,  that pompous one,  reappearing emboldened to sieze the moment and gain ultimate advantage, declared the highness had abdicated and his son should be recognized as rightful ruler.

Since none of the Great King's (Who is well on His way back now, btw) elder children were present to decide or object, the vicar of lies was allowed to work his sorceries. And life was granted to his hideous deformed offspring,  and preparations began for his coronation.

The question remains, "Where is the prince of the people? The Word they birthed, composed of many living words? 

Now the stewards responsible for the care of our young master, were notified and invited. Why was it not prepared, moved, presented and brought forth at the ceremony? Is he okay? Or must one die, to give life to the other?

By Paul Raymond Whipple